Merry Christmas

It was a hectic but peaceful and joyful morning. My mom and my aunts was in the kitchen cooking up a delicious dinner for the family. My pops and uncles was in the living room watching a boxing match. The little kids was making a mess of the living room, while they ran around throwing fake snow everywhere. While, all this was going on I was in my bed knocked out. I had a long night and got in the house late. As soon as I got in the house I just fell right to sleep. All the noise and commotion didn’t wake me up, surprisingly. Until my bighead sister woke me up. She yelled in me ear “WAKE UP, IT’S CHRISTMAS”. I told her to shut up and threw the pillow at her, but missed. I didn’t see how I missed, knowing that her head was the size of two grapefruits put together. When she left, I realized I was fully awake and couldn’t go back to sleep, so I got washed up and got dressed. I went downstairs and greeted the folks. I never seen most of my family together before, so I knew today was going to be a good day. I went into the kitchen while trying not to step on the toys the kids had laying around every where. I gave my mother a hug and went straight to the food. After some good breakfast, We opened presents. We never actually said “Merry Christmas”, because some of my family members was Muslim. It wasn’t a big deal anyway, all I got was a crappy sweater and a pair of sneakers. Later that day, I started to run around like any other 9 year old and played with the family dog. My mom warned me about running around , but I ignored her, biggest mistake ever. I stared to chase the dog around and tried to catch him. Everything was fun until I looked up and saw the round corner of the dinning room table. BAM!!! I fell right on my rear, and sat there for a good minute. Then tears just started pouring out. My eye swelled up like my sister’s big head. It was the blackest eye I ever seen. My family didn’t even helped me, all they did was laugh their drunks butts at me. My mother laughed and said “I told you so”. And she was right. The rest of the day I had to sit and watch television out of one eye while holding a pack of ice against my right eye. It might of hurt, but the memory of that Christmas morning brings laughter to my day.